Thrasher's Call

What mystic trellis, weaving vine, is home; what frame laid down for leafy tendrils’ rise, as ladder-lace to guide the soul-seed on to trace the gladder path from earth to skies? What form, what shape, this leading lattice makes of young and early-forming climbing life? What salve or sore, what lasting aid or ache is sown and grown by nurture, or by strife? What sculpted plant can know the gardener’s mind, or see the ways he wove by wood and nail and search out every winding way, to find its every vine or gap was, without fail, a step along the wooden path laid down, to shape the reaching yearn to final home.